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California Bullfights

2001-06-27 17:34:14+02 by Dan Lyke 3 comments

In California Bullfights, the Final Deed Is Done With Velcro. The bulls wear little velcro dartboards between their horns, making this a sport where only the humans are endangered. Now that's[Wiki] cool. Of course they usually end up shipped off to the slaughterhouse after the "fight" anyway:

Bulls can be fought only once. "The second time, they won't go for the cape," Dennis Borba said. "It's, `uh-oh.' They're very intelligent animals."

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#Comment made: 2002-02-21 06:32:00+01 by: topspin

Iberian bulls never met Dan's sister. <giggle>

#Comment made: 2002-02-21 06:31:59+01 by: Larry Burton [edit history]

There are bulls and then there are bulls. A Black Angus is no Iberian. I did a little research on bullfighting after reading the above and found this site:

Deer and other equally docile animals were easy prey, and while a cornered bear or boar would occasionally put up a fight, it was never a challenge for such valiant knights. However, the scenario changed every time they faced the Iberian bull. This beautiful and awe-inspiring beast, with its unique noble bravery would, when provoked, rather die fighting than flee — in essence, transforming the hunt into an avid exchange in which the bravest warriors could bring to light their courage.

That same sentiment was expressed on several other sites.

#Comment made: 2002-02-21 06:31:59+01 by: Dan Lyke

After posting this, I remembered an incident from my childhood:

We lived in upstate New York, and the neighbors had Black Angus, which used to escape fairly regularly (as did our goats, but that's a different story). One day the grandparents were visiting, and the Angus started wandering ominously across the lawn, and my grandmother asked, slightly nervously, "what do we do?".

My sister charged the lead bull, screaming and hollering and waving her arms.

The bull turned and fled.

Funny how I never got into Hemmingway.

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